sauergeek

To the tune of "The Sound of Music", perhaps if Lovecraft had been the librettist instead of Hammerstein:

The hills are alive, and I think they're hungry
No one has come back for a thousand years
The hills fill my heart with a dreadful terror
I fear for my life with each sound I hear

We're told not to look at the hills when we're on
The trails near the lake in the trees
And travel with friends when the black birds fly
In the woods like bees

But leave friends behind when they trip and fall
Over stones in the way
So someone survives
And can tell everyone "keep away!"

Stay here in the town, even if you're lonely
Close your house at night, always bar the door
Don't mention the hills in your conversations
Or they'll take one more